A great moon hung on the horizon, and blue waves stretched to meet the sky.
A lone Bamboo Boat drifted leisurely over the sea.
Since leaving Black Wind Island, Zhao Yi had been piloting his Flying Boat slowly back toward Linghua Island.
After several years in seclusion, he certainly had to take a good look around now that he was out.
The journey from Black Wind Island to Linghua Island was only a thousand li, but Zhao Yi flew all night and did not return to Linghua Island until broad daylight.
Landing at the pavilion, Zhao Yi looked toward Wang Ping, who was practicing his sword nearby. His movements were vigorous and graceful as a startled swan. On a whim, Zhao Yi stirred his divine sense and sent a tree branch thrusting toward him.
Clink!
A crisp sound rang out.
Wang Ping looked at Zhao Yi, who gave him a slight smile, changed his sword move, and continued attacking.
For a time, he forced Wang Ping back step by step.
Whether he swept upward on the left or slashed on the right, Wang Ping could not knock the branch down. After a dozen exchanges, it hung beside his neck.
"Eldest Senior Brother! You're back!"
Putting away his sword and wiping the sweat from his forehead, Wang Ping walked over to Zhao Yi.
"I just got back. You've been practicing well. Your Fourth Senior Brother wasn't as good as you at your age!"
"Really? Haha, thank you for the praise, Eldest Senior Brother!"
Wang Ping was thrilled. Li Hai was the best swordsman on Linghua Island. How could he not be excited to be better than Li Hai had been at his age?
"Where are your Second Senior Brother and the others?"
"Second Senior Brother went to patrol the sea. Third